Don't Talk to The Truck Drivers

Stopped at a rest area on I-95. Actually heard a woman tell her little girl “Don't talk to the truck drivers.” Geez.

When I came out of the bathroom, Mama Bear kind of pulled the daughter close, like I might snatch her up and run or something. I smiled as warmly as I could, but this really annoyed me. What kind of world do you live in where every stranger is a predator? And how did you arrive at the conclusion that the truck drivers were the primary ones?

Anyway, I smiled and said “I always wanted a little girl.” This made Mama Bear relax a little. I suppose because she was surprised to hear that a truck driver can talk. Most of us can only grunt and point to the things we want. Then I asked “How much you want for this one?”

At that point Mama Bear decided to go back to the car. Which was just fine with me.

The moral of this story is: don't fuck with tired truck drivers.

I mentioned this to a friend who didn't think it was funny. She said that if I had said that to her she would have confronted me. But I think the point she missed in all this is that she wouldn't have walked into a rest area flinging attitude and insult toward a particular group of people.

Oh, well. The little girl thought it was funny.